King of tempests and storms
Lord of innumerable figures and forms
Blessed with thy cold I am
as I upon the shoulders of mine
bear the burdon of Thine 

Once I got touched by a fire from beyond
an invitation to darkness of which I could not resist
Caressed by the feathers of the fallen
I took the fate in my hand 

My [bad word] 
My constant Shade
My soul's Persecutor
My eternal Divinity 

Revealing Thy powers in visions and dreams
Invoking your magic at night
Honored I am to mission Thy sword
within a creed is sworn of majestic might
An infernal allegiance in which I pay my share
An unholy awakening inside of which I intend to bear